Jan. 11th, 2007
If you are a member of the military, don't masturbate. In 1996, Congress declared a War on Masturbation among military personnel, declaring that masturbation was contrary to "Military Honor and Decency." Apparently, one of the anti-porn crusaders who worked for Reagan is upset that the pentagon is not working hard enough on this problem.. Maybe the pentagon should train some dogs to sniff out the culprits. How would you train a dog to sniff out semen stains?
At 18 you're old enough to go and die for your country, but both alcohol and girlie magazines are more than you're ready for.
At 18 you're old enough to go and die for your country, but both alcohol and girlie magazines are more than you're ready for.
See the fnords. They won't eat you.
Jan. 11th, 2007 01:48 pmRobert Anton Wilson, who saved me from a life of ordinaritude and quiet desperation by teaching me just how absolutely absurd life was, who encouraged me to a make a commitement to reality, and who taught me how to see the world, died early this morning.
When you see the Goddess, Robert, raise a toast, raise the roof, raise the entropy, and raise Chaos for all us of on Earth. Out here, a library has burned to the ground.
When you see the Goddess, Robert, raise a toast, raise the roof, raise the entropy, and raise Chaos for all us of on Earth. Out here, a library has burned to the ground.
Mad science: Playing with on-line video.
Jan. 11th, 2007 05:07 pmSweet! The more I play with my Lumix TZ1, the more I love it. Check this out. It's as boring as any family slideshow you can imagine, but it came out of something tiny that I hold in my pocket. Rock on. Thank you, Omaha, for such a wonderful Yuletide gift.
( Video experiment: Yamaraashi-chan sledding downhill. )
( Video experiment: Yamaraashi-chan sledding downhill. )
School was cancelled because of the snow, as I learned when I awoke and looked at the district report site when I awoke at 6:00am, so I turned off all my alarms and went back to bed. I awoke again at 9:00am and found that the girls were already awake and playing their video game downstairs. I'll be so glad when they're done with it. I made them pancakes, and then went out and took a few photographs just to play with my camera. I played with the exposure a lot and found a few settings I liked most, and then took this picture of the trail that leads from my home to the bus stop.
I came back inside and did a few chores, like the dishes and other kitcheny things. I made myself a batch of iced tea, which seems redundant. While I was there, I spotted this big tabby cat climbing on the abandoned truck in the neighbor's yard, and took this photo of it, getting its attention by meowing loudly through an open window.
After lunch, I took the girls out to the sledding field, which is about three blocks away. It's a public park with a dramatic hill that dumps down into an athletic field used mostly for soccer in the summer. At first, Yamaraashi-chan didn't want to sled. She was bored and not having much fun, seemed a little withdrawn and complained that she and her friends at school had had plans for the afternoon that she would not get to put into action.
Fortunately, she ran into a friend of hers while she was there, and so her friend encouraged her to get into the sledding thing. She finally confessed that she was having fun and I got great smiles out of both of the girls. I tried to get lots of photos, but the success versus sample rate is still low with my camera and only a few came out. This one, with both the snow and sports filters activated, looks pretty good.
It was late afternoon when we left, the sun on the horizon, the light absolutely wonderful. I took the photo of Yamaraashi-chan in that light, and she was very patient with me while I set it up and took it, but looking at it now I believe I could have done much better by getting down on my knee and taking it from her eye-level or maybe just a touch lower. Still, the light does wonderful things for her skin and hair.
I came back inside and did a few chores, like the dishes and other kitcheny things. I made myself a batch of iced tea, which seems redundant. While I was there, I spotted this big tabby cat climbing on the abandoned truck in the neighbor's yard, and took this photo of it, getting its attention by meowing loudly through an open window.
After lunch, I took the girls out to the sledding field, which is about three blocks away. It's a public park with a dramatic hill that dumps down into an athletic field used mostly for soccer in the summer. At first, Yamaraashi-chan didn't want to sled. She was bored and not having much fun, seemed a little withdrawn and complained that she and her friends at school had had plans for the afternoon that she would not get to put into action.
Fortunately, she ran into a friend of hers while she was there, and so her friend encouraged her to get into the sledding thing. She finally confessed that she was having fun and I got great smiles out of both of the girls. I tried to get lots of photos, but the success versus sample rate is still low with my camera and only a few came out. This one, with both the snow and sports filters activated, looks pretty good.
It was late afternoon when we left, the sun on the horizon, the light absolutely wonderful. I took the photo of Yamaraashi-chan in that light, and she was very patient with me while I set it up and took it, but looking at it now I believe I could have done much better by getting down on my knee and taking it from her eye-level or maybe just a touch lower. Still, the light does wonderful things for her skin and hair.
Goodness. Is this reporting, or porn?
Jan. 11th, 2007 08:00 pmMy goodness! An article in the East Standard, a newspaper headquartered in Kenya, follows up its reporting of Oprah's charitable opening of a girls' school in South Africa with dire warnings about rampant lesbianism in single-sex public schools. ( Text only. NSFW if your boss is a speed reader. ) Grief, if that ain't hopper fodder, I don't know what is. [HT: Fleshbot!]
Oh, yeah. Who knew that Traci Lords released an album of passable studio dance tunes in 1995, complete with her amateur and limited vocalizations? Somehow, I think the review to which I've linked is just a little bit over the top.
Oh, yeah. Who knew that Traci Lords released an album of passable studio dance tunes in 1995, complete with her amateur and limited vocalizations? Somehow, I think the review to which I've linked is just a little bit over the top.
No point in documenting it all.
Jan. 11th, 2007 08:58 pmI thought, this afternoon, while the girls were busy doing something else, that I might find the time to survey my Writings directory on the laptop and see what I have, what I can assemble, and what I can put together in the coming year.
There's just no point in trying to document it all. So here are the highlights. Here's what I'm carrying in my head.
The big things I'm carrying in my head right now are:
Sterlings, which started out as a short story and is now over 110,000 words long, a real soap opera about a tech-level 12 (Traveller 1st Edition) colony rejoining the Pendorian mainstream, and the effects all of the weirdness has on the colonists. The big threads here are Rhiane & Illonca, Polly and Tau, and Dove and the Dekan Twins. There are minor threads, but I haven't put much attention to them, and I should, because there are political events swirling around my "soapy" characters that affect them greatly.
Honest Impulses, another short story that grew out of control and is now in its 30,000 word. While recruiting students for her third mission to her personal archeological treasure, Misuko meets Professor Raij Omertum, the finest remotes pilot in several star systems but a real jerk otherwise, who recommends four of his students to her. One of those, Shandy Oxenhollar, he recommends reluctantly and with clear distaste: she's from Misuko's homeworld and refuses to get neural implants, but using a strictly manual interface she's as good a pilot as he is. Linia, meanwhile, in her ongoing campaign to prove to Misuko that she is her own woman, starts up a cooking class at the university. Shandy is one of her students, and mutual attraction emerges between them. And then things get messy.
Princess Jera, the third story in the Aimee' universe. Young Princess Jera, just in her teens, discovers that she has magic talent. That's not supposed to happen: talent usually manifests along with the ability to speak and read, and the talented are quickly identified and brought into the Mage's Circle. While politics swirls about the possibility for the first time in history that a Mage may sit on the throne of Cortane (of which the setting of the first two stories, Barraminum, is just a colony), Jera takes refuge in the house of her friend, the court historian. She discovers a secret cache of forbidden history, which describes the last emperor to have magic power, that he showed it the same age she did, and the horrible and tragic end he met.
But there's a ton of stuff. I have unfinished shards of nearly a hundred Journal Entries, from a mere paragraph and notes to 10,000 word arcs (there are more of the latter than the former). I have a few unfinished miscellaneous short stories, two novels set in the Moon Sun Dragons universe, two novels and a novellete set in something I call the Yowlerverse, and the first and fourth novels set in the Caprice Starr universe. (What I'm going to do with the second, third, and fifth, I have absolutely no clue).
That's the State of the Elf. It can only get worse from here.
There's just no point in trying to document it all. So here are the highlights. Here's what I'm carrying in my head.
The big things I'm carrying in my head right now are:
Sterlings, which started out as a short story and is now over 110,000 words long, a real soap opera about a tech-level 12 (Traveller 1st Edition) colony rejoining the Pendorian mainstream, and the effects all of the weirdness has on the colonists. The big threads here are Rhiane & Illonca, Polly and Tau, and Dove and the Dekan Twins. There are minor threads, but I haven't put much attention to them, and I should, because there are political events swirling around my "soapy" characters that affect them greatly.
Honest Impulses, another short story that grew out of control and is now in its 30,000 word. While recruiting students for her third mission to her personal archeological treasure, Misuko meets Professor Raij Omertum, the finest remotes pilot in several star systems but a real jerk otherwise, who recommends four of his students to her. One of those, Shandy Oxenhollar, he recommends reluctantly and with clear distaste: she's from Misuko's homeworld and refuses to get neural implants, but using a strictly manual interface she's as good a pilot as he is. Linia, meanwhile, in her ongoing campaign to prove to Misuko that she is her own woman, starts up a cooking class at the university. Shandy is one of her students, and mutual attraction emerges between them. And then things get messy.
Princess Jera, the third story in the Aimee' universe. Young Princess Jera, just in her teens, discovers that she has magic talent. That's not supposed to happen: talent usually manifests along with the ability to speak and read, and the talented are quickly identified and brought into the Mage's Circle. While politics swirls about the possibility for the first time in history that a Mage may sit on the throne of Cortane (of which the setting of the first two stories, Barraminum, is just a colony), Jera takes refuge in the house of her friend, the court historian. She discovers a secret cache of forbidden history, which describes the last emperor to have magic power, that he showed it the same age she did, and the horrible and tragic end he met.
But there's a ton of stuff. I have unfinished shards of nearly a hundred Journal Entries, from a mere paragraph and notes to 10,000 word arcs (there are more of the latter than the former). I have a few unfinished miscellaneous short stories, two novels set in the Moon Sun Dragons universe, two novels and a novellete set in something I call the Yowlerverse, and the first and fourth novels set in the Caprice Starr universe. (What I'm going to do with the second, third, and fifth, I have absolutely no clue).
That's the State of the Elf. It can only get worse from here.
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